FNRP - Fracas at Far Harbor (Open to All!)

[Omega]

Far Harbor
Outsider Station

[member="Lily Kuhn"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Ghorua the Shark"] [member="Sky'ito Yumi"] [member="Jorah"] [member="tsarwars"] [member="Kainan Wolfe"] [member="Kiso"] [member="Malen"] [member="KeCholo"] [member="Anora Shaw"]
@Anyone Else!

The broken planet of Far Harbor was in the far reaches of the galaxy. Yet here, once, a terrible cataclysm had occurred, leaving the planet quite literally split in half.

In one of these fragments was constructed ‘Outsider Station’, a small outpost shielded from the harshness of the environment by an energy shield and sealed base. It had perhaps the best view in the galaxy of the shattered world of Far Harbor.
Its other great purpose was to pick among the shattered ruins and recover items for sale.

And so on this day business and political leaders from across the galaxy had come to Outsider Station for a grand auction.
All the precautions possible had been taken, with each faction and group having their own private area. Further, substantial security teams from all parties had been allowed, and substantial defences had been added for this event.

As the ships started to arrive in their prescribed docking bays and the auction drew closer, a sense of unease might start to descend. Was it from having so many Sith, Jedi, Hunters and Imperials in close proximity or something else?

 

[Vora Kaar]

All of these people coming together for a meet up. All of them wanting to bid on items that could mean the world to them, yet be useless to others. For me, it was a job.

I walked away from the First Order. Did I like them? Sure. Did I agree with them? Sometimes. And that sometimes made it difficult for me to be with them. If I wasn't 100% with them, then I could be demoted, or even kicked out. And that would be far worse than just being a hired medical officer should they need one. Much like that, I was here to act as one for those who were here. Out here, on the fringes of space, there is no medical people here at all.

Why?

No real civilization. So if anything were to go down, fights break out or anything like that, I was the girl who would be bandaging them up. I was dressed in simple brown scrub slacks, a white t-shirt, and a bag over my shoulder, and a belt pack that was hanging off to my left. What set me apart from the others, was that I was a force user. I carried with me weapons to defend myself if necessary. While I didn't want to use the weapon, I don't like killing people, I needed to protect myself, and protect others so that I can heal them later.

People were slowly getting into their seats. While that had been great, some of the diplomats had decided to bring children. Why do I mention this? One had decided that running around was a good idea, and tripped over his own shoe laces and smacked his nose into the wall. Thus a bloody nose came forth. Taking the kids hand, having him pinch his nose with a cloth at his nostrils to prevent the bleeding from getting everywhere, I patted his head and told him to keep it like that till the bleeding stopped. The little kid still had a tear in his eye as he walked after his father. It was only a second later a kid tripped and fell outside, and came walking in with a bloody and scrapped up knee. Tearing through the pants.

I hope I don't have kids some day. I feel grateful for my own father dealing with my own stupidity when I was that young. Shaking my head, I cleaned him up with some disinfectant, and put a little patch over it. Reaching into my back, I pulled out a sucker and handed it to him. Making sure to tell him not to run. Standing up, I left the area before another person decided they needed my help. Even more so a child being... well... a child.

Grumbling to myself,

"I would prefer dissecting month old decaying animals."

Walking towards the main hub were all the operations were being done, I grabbed one of their com's units and placed it in my ear. Took a seat behind a table, and slammed my head down on it and wanted to just take a nap. Grumbling once more,

"How fething long is this going to last?"

[member="Incursion"],

 

[Sky'ito Yumi]

An event that involved the chance to recover lost lost items of great importance was always worth going to in Sukai's mind, for the last month thing's had been going slow for the young explore, a small adventure her a little scuffle there. Though no grand adventure of any-sort with a rewarding goal, just small personal events that never seemed to go anywhere, this auction would not be like that, she could feel it, something big would happen this day.

Sukai walked among the crowd, weaving and ducking through different races and big wigs, the event certainly brought a large crowd, she just hoped no big shot Hutt would come in and buy everything for the sake of it. Though not in and definition poor, having a reasonable amount of cash to use, not all of it hers, there was no way to compete with syndicates or faction leaders in any regard. Her bets would have to be smart, try and look out for things unique, something others would not buy but she knew that had value, this would be the game plan.

The young adult continued to pass though the crowd, making her way to a small private booth, unaware of what may happen in the future.

 

[Lark]

Old habits really did die hard. Lark buried himself in shadows, partaking in one of his favorite pastimes: People watching. With so many curious specimens clustered in a compact station such as this, there were plenty of subjects to study. He guessed why they were here, what they were seeking, whether it be artifacts, money, or simply a good time. He hadn't made his way to any particular area quite yet, he needed to judge those who were here in order to evaluate what it was he would be doing tonight. When he had heard of the auction he had believed it was to be a traditional black market type of deal, and there were certainly a fair number of shady characters present. What had surprised him was the incredible variety of galactic factions present. The possibility of a Jedi and Sith having a pissing contest to see who could outbid the other on some worthless artifact gave him a chuckle.

But the more higher value auctions would be interesting, especially with so many factions vying for whatever was on sale. Tensions would be high, and that would make such a good show. His personal funds were admittedly lacking, material possessions weren't really his thing and he had never cared much for money. But there were other ways he could get his hands on some artifacts. Security was unbelievably tight, but if fortune brought him in touch with some old criminal contacts, perhaps they could throw together some schemes and steal some stuff, so long as they didn't get in the way of Sith operations, of course. Or if he did run into some Sith comrades, he could assist them in seeking out potential artifacts or disrupt the actions of other possible buyers. He didn't restrict himself to a choice now, the night was still young. Instead he emerged from the shadows, continuing to eye his surroundings, ready to adapt to whatever situations were presented to him.

 

[The Major]

Rumors. Rumors. Even more rumors. As a highly specialized agent of the First Order Security Bureau, it was necessary to investigate oftentimes ill researched rumors for the good of organization and the Supreme Leader himself. Movers and shakers from each major galactic power would have representatives up and down this space station. It was imperative that each and every tiny slice of information that could be gleaned from this hovel of a world was identified and sent back to HQ for the glory of Order.

In actuality, what had exactly brought the Major to this far flung region of space was a rumor that a cherished cello bow of a much esteemed musician would be up for auction. Apparently the man had died a long time ago when whatever calamity had struck this place. She was sure that other agents would be mixed within the various groups doing whatever Intel gathering was needed.

While waiting for the process of entrance and seating to begin, the tall, bespectacled woman hummed to the bass line of a cleric choir resounding mightily in the annals of her mind.

[member="Incursion"]

 

[Muad Dib]

Auctions. Just another waste of money for the most part. Buying something you wanted was one way of going about things. But to Muad it was to easy. If he wanted something he worked for it, fought for it, killed for it. But this was a civilized way of getting your hands on something you wanted. The man, however, never claimed to be civilized.

Chuckling under his breath he weaved through the crowd, his beskar'gam on beneath his jacket. Buy'ce hung from the netting at his belt while his hood was up on his jacket which cast his face into shadows. Despite the darkened visage two blue, glowing eyes peered from within. Moving to the bar he placed several credits down as a bartender moved toward him.

"Whyren's Reserve, two tumblers."

Like a magic trick the credits disappeared and the order came into existence. Chuckling again he collected the items and moved to an open booth, one near the CIS reserved booth. He didn't claim to be here to bet and buy any item. He was merely here as an extra hand in case security was needed.

Sliding in he set the items onto the tabletop and adjusted the sword strapped to his back in order for him to sit more comfortably. Tearing the seal he poured several fingers worth into one tumbler and raised it to his nose to savor the aroma. Sighing in pleasure he took a drink and let the smooth fire run down his throat.

Glowing eyes watched the press of bodies. The Galaxy seemed to be well represented here this evening between species, genders, governments, and other orders. Chuckling once more he drew a deathstick from an inner pocket of his jacket and light it, letting the smoke fill his lungs. Sighing he glanced between the whiskey and the smoke and figured this would be a good night. With a smelting pot of Representatives here something was bound to happen, and that made Muad Dib grin.

 

[Malen]

Even the most desolate places in the galaxy had items of value. For a slicer, zero-day exploits could be as expensive as certain star systems. But he could get it for a cheap price, if all went according to his plan.

Malen had preferred to meet somewhere else, but the dealer only demanded he meet here. He didn't like that he had to show his face here, but the Epicanthix hybrid knew something of this value didn't appear very often, especially in areas related to the fifth-domain. That added with the fact that there were a variety of factions here conducting their own business made it more worth it.

As always, Malen came prepared. He, like always, made sure that his force signature was well-hidden, appearing to be like any other person here. ven then though, he knew that he had to be quick. Places like this were favorite places by some people to attack, and he didn't intend to be a casualty.

He entered the shop that had been set up for the auction, scouting for any potential exits in order to leave if there was chaos. Checking the time, he knew the auction was about to begin soon, and he intended to be ready for it.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

"Welcome to Outsider Station. My name is Delphie and I've been instructed to escort you to your assigned booth as well as be your appointed personal assistant."​

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"Why would I require an assistant for an auction?"​

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The moment she touched down, Darth Venefica could 'smell' the opposition, those sworn enemies of the Sith. Their stench was everywhere, though the rules of the auction were quite clear. No killing. No confrontations. Hence the insurance of the booths to prevent any rule breakers from stirring the pot.​

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"Each booth is assigned an assistant Lady Venefica. While you are inside your booth, whatever you require will be saw to by me. This is to ensure no violence erupts during the auction's proceedings while allowing you to focus on potential purchases"​

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Some of the booths, she took notice, had been filled by a different breed of rival. Each one hoping to collect some rare artifact or ancient trinket on today's circuit. What was being auctioned off was a mystery, an elaborate plan designed by these auctioneers to prey on the galaxy's rich collectors.​

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"Normally we do not allow weapons within the auction area, however, with Sith and Jedi alike invited to the proceedings, there is no safe way for us to be ensured neither side will use the Force."​

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"The Force..."​

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"Sorry to interrupt you, but here we are."​

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The booth was medium sized, filled with several different computer terminals and a couple of made for comfort furniture pieces. The windows in the booth, she assumed, were probably outfitted to repel blaster fire.​

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"When the auction begins, you can make use of the computers to see what item is being bid on among who is making the bids. Each item comes with a thorough description, so there is no confusion as to what you are attempting to purchase. Before we start, can I get you anything?"​

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"Yes, two things actually. The first, a tasty cold beverage. Non-alcoholic. The second, do not interrupt me again." ​

 

[The Major]

Blushing in embarrassment for dropping a stylus in a place where poise was definitely a requirement, the agent moves over to a bar that was close at hand. Hoping to forget any faux pas, she orders a drink and awaits the refreshment.

One of the waiters offered some side eye, but that was to be expected.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Money is money, no matter what pocket it came from.

This little piece of wisdom, taught by countless years spend among the underworld of the galaxy, had made Abyss not only a very influential but an exceptionally rich entity, with wealth extending so wide that even the great empires of the galaxy had a hard time outmatching him.

Outsider Station had been established quickly after the sith Lord stumbled over the broken surface of Far Harbor, a odd happening inspired by nothing but chance to those lacking trust in the ways of the force. The moment Abyss first placed a foot on he dead world he realized that this graveyard of planet had the potential to bring him incredible riches without exhausting the options of himself and his organisation, known among the few enlightened as the Tainted Chorus.

In a private booth, as far away from the auction as possible on a place like outsider station, the Mindeater rested motionless, shrouded in an seemingly endless array of screens and displays, monitoring the dealings of the auction as closely as he could. While not every single individual participating in today's sale of rare, unique objects was visible, the combination of all available security feats still allowed him a rather complete overview of the situation, especially in conjunction with his quite exceptional talent to perceive the future almost as clearly as present and past.

The Prophet had no desire to make his presence known, yet he and a handful of his elite waited, making sure to erase any unfortunate event of the auction before anyone would notice it.

[member="Incursion"]

 

[Vora Kaar]

Many people were filing in. Moving to their various rooms that would separate them for the auctions. After slamming my head down, one of the volunteered came over. A young man in his teens. Carrying what looked to be coffee, and offered it to me. Looking up, I happily accepted it and took a nice long hot sip. Keeping my hands around the little cup, I could feel the warmth seeping through it. The warmth felt great. The young man sat down opposite of me. He allowed himself to sit down, and the coffee being accepted was a yes for him to converse with me.

"So what are you doing here exactly?"
"I am a medical officer."
"That sounds like fun."
"Yes, Taking care of beings who can't act responsible. What fun."
"Well if you would like, my father is in a booth and I don't think he would mind if you joined us?"

Looking the young man over, I smiled and shook my head.

"How old are you?"
"Nineteen."
"Sorry hun, but I am a little too old for you."
"What, are you like seventeen or eighteen?"
"Try mid twenties."
"Oh... I'm sorry."

I smiled and shook my head a little. The young man was about to get up when I grabbed his arm. Holding him there, I motioned for him to sit back down.

"You knew I was over your age..."

There was a pause followed by a sigh that could only mean yes.

"Look, there is no one else here. So I thought, I would invite you. Anyone around my age is better than nothing."
"There are other teenagers around here. Whats wrong with them?"
"Not a fan. I guess you could say I am more mature than most."

I sat there and looked around. Seeing all the other people, and during the auction if anything happened I would hear it on my com system. Standing up, I took a sip of my coffee, and the young man looked away from me ashamed.

"Well where is this booth of yours?"

The young man looked up at me with a curious expression. I just nodded my head once and he took it and ran with it. Standing up with a sly smile on his face, he held his arm out all gentlemanly, and I hooked my arm in his. Walking down the hall towards the booth, We continued to speak.

"Think you are so sly asking a woman older than you to follow you to a strange place alone?"

His smile said it all. He was slightly enjoying himself the idea that he was just in someone else's company. Even more so that it happened to be a girl he liked looking at. To be fair, its been a long time since I have even had someone remotely court me. Let alone hand me a coffee. I would give him this day, and likely forget about it later on. Reaching this booth, the door opened to reveal a man sitting in a chair staring at a screen of what was being sold.

"Father, I found a friend to stay with us for a bit if thats fine?"

The man grunted in return and returned to his screen. Sitting down at the booth with the young man, We just sat there for a moment when I spoke up.

"No clue what to do next huh?"
"No I uh... sorry. Just not used to this kind of thing."
"How about your name? Mines Anora."
"James."

I smiled and offered the young man a handshake. He returned it in kind.

"Its a pleasure to meet you."

[member="Incursion"],
(OOC: IF anyone feels like joining me, just pop on in at any time.)

 

[Ghorua the Shark]

LOCATION: OUTSIDER STATION, FAR HARBOR​

EQUIPMENT: IN BIO​

CURRENT MOOD: UNSETTLED​

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Far Harbor was a certain kind of beautiful.

There was something majestic about the corpse of a planet. The view from space had been quite the masterpiece, but that wasn't why it was so breathtaking. Nor was it the vast amount of scrap and resources that could be found within it's depths, although that also held a certain charm. No, the appeal was in the destruction itself. The idea that even a planet could be brought low was humbling.

No matter how big one was, it only took a misstep to be flattened into nothingness.

It was a lesson Ghorua had learned all too often.

The crowd of bidders and auctioneers slowly thinned as people got to their booths, the excitement and nervousness building into a cacophony of mixed emotions. Still lingering in the crowd was a beast of a man.

An armor-plated colossus towered above everyone in the vicinity, large serrated teeth flashing a disarming smile. The beast's helmet was perched on his hip, showing the apparent ease on his face. His deep black eyes glinted with forced merriment, and his muscles, try as they might, refused to be relaxed.

Ghorua could practically taste the tension in the air. The scent of adrenaline, and the electric nervousness that caused it, were ever-present. It was uncomfortable for the Shark, although he tried very hard not to let it show.

He was here for a very specific reason: to build relationships with important people, and make contacts. He'd already been approached by three separate crime bosses, and even more slicers and hunters looking to make connections. Ghorua had quite the reputation in the underworld, and he wanted to expand it.

But even he could get tired of shaking hands and putting names to faces.

Ghorua excused himself from a long-winded conversation with some Governor of who-knows-where, stepping over to a railing overlooking the auction. Ghorua would rather take on a horde of soldiers than go through another one of those. He leaned on the rail, letting the strong metal support his weight.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Ghorua sighed heavily, suddenly wishing he were home, instead of this powder keg of an auction.

- [member="Incursion"] -

 

[Ein Harper]

It was always a mystery as to what smells were going to make it through his helmet's filters at any given time.

At the moment, it seemed the scent of barbecued meat mixed with the unmistakable tang of human body odor had won out in the gamble of the scents. Jorah sneered as he made a mental note to change out the aging helm's filters when this was all good an over.

With a sigh that belied his boredom, Jorah trudged on through the assortment of booths and private sections in a lazy attempt to show the good people that security was indeed present. Though clad in a mix of plasteel and leather that might intimidate the more common urchins of the station, all Jorah seemed to carry by way of weapons was a rather downtrodden rifle. Needless to say, while security was most certainly present, not all of its elements were particularly up to snuff with the station's clientele.

And that clientele in particular had caught on rather quickly. Security was present, but it could be overruled - at least in Jorah's case. That coupled with the myriad of individuals present only served to further the uneasy atmosphere.

Not that I care so long as nobody shoots me.

The plasteel clad fellow let his feet take him wherever they so chose, and their final destination just so happened to be alongside a monstrous figure.

A visor tinted the shade of vitae seemed to peer up at [member="Ghorua the Shark"]; the voice that followed that look was muffled and rendered static via the helmet's vocalizer. "Gods you've got some big teeth," a silence that many would have considered awkward followed.

Jorah peered down at the auction below, his leather gloves crinkling as they curled about the railing. "Are you security or part of the sale tooth man?"

[member="Incursion"], [member="Ghorua the Shark"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Incursion"], [member="Ultimatum"], [member="AD-8"], [member="Lord Mettallum"],

HK was there as well, present within the booth assigned to him and perhaps other Metal Lords who were interested enough in such events to accompany the older Droid Lord to the Far Harbor on the edge of the Galaxy. He was currently sitting by the edge of the booth, rhythmically drumming his six fingers on a nearby counter as he waited for the auction to come and go, although he was often much more willing than other Lords to spend time alongside organics and engage in their activities, for example weddings or visiting cantinas and bars, dating apps, there were still things even he found rather boring. Auctions were one of them.

The reason for this was that most of the items sold during such events were usually either something the droid could replicate or improve upon, for example relic blasters and technological gadgets, or something that he could not use in the first place, like holocrons or artifacts requiring the use of the Force to use. There were few items that the machine wanted to badly he would waste his credits and other resources on, and even then usually rather than buy them he would mark the person who bought them and simply wait for them to die, or speed up the process somehow, and then take the item from them.

What was the reason for the machine to come then if he was not very enthusiastic for the auction? Well the machine would hope that once the auction was over he, along with the other Metal Lords, would be able to go down to the planet and do a bit of spelunking themselves, there were rumors they heard of a thing or two down below the crust of the planet that could be useful for them. Right now, however, he had to go through the deal he made to gain access to the planet undisturbed, the grand auction, it was also a possible opportunity to take out an enemy or two in a fell swoop should they decide to appear. Or perhaps make some new allies, the machine could not predict who he would meet or who would wish to speak with him before the day was over.

For now, however, all he could do was sit in his booth and wait.

 

[Miss Blonde]

In the visually protected private booth with [member="Darth Abyss"] sat the retired blacked suited and masked crime lord formerly known as Miss Blonde. Sitting at the center of the table was a high end baby monitor that played a small holographic image of a sleeping child in a crib. A spawn made from what most people could deduce easily due to the sexual orientations and genders of the two sitting at the table. Slowly the woman dragged her slender finger over the small circular gun metal grey metallic holo projector in both a longing and perhaps even bored fashion. With the other hand she cupped the hardened chin of the force imbued metal mask with the palm of her hand as she sat there rather looking bored and apathetic to the whole situation. Though honestly she couldn't really complain, she was out of the house and doing something that was relatively exciting. Buuuut that didn't mean she wasn't going to anyways.

"You know I hate these Mad Max dusty ass desert dive bars." The woman said continuing to thumb the protected image of their child.

"The place stinks of edge and desperation." Though her voice was laced with the robotic modifier, she did have some happiness behind it.

With another chuckle she looked up at Abyss and all of his haunting dreadful glory, and smiled beneath her mask. She did truthfully miss doing things like this together and having fun. Hopefully by the end of the day she could shoot someone. That was the goal at least.

"But..." She said pausing for only a few moments.

"I suppose it beats lounging around the mansion all day waiting. So let's spend some $@&#ing money." She literally had stacks of credits she could burn and be just fine fiscally speaking.

Now all they could do was strategize their combined fortunes and see where this all went.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum was present, yet at the same time he was not. His body stood not far from the booth, but his mind was busy elsewhere. While certainly the possibility of exploring the planet below intrigued Ultimatum enough to come down and he was always ready to support [member="HK-36"] in his undertakings, the artificial lord did have other work to be done. Thankfully, most of it was digital in nature and thusly Ultimatum could access it from almost anywhere. At the moment he was tailoring the search patterns of his automatic processors. He was sending them to work on the HoloNet, covering as much as possible in order to attempt to uncover all of the information he could on a specific subject. In this case it was anything related to studies into alternate realities. A rather niche subject without a doubt, but it was what Ultimatum had assigned himself.

The artificial had his body's audio receptors on, in case someone spoke to him. He didn't want to miss anything important. Though, he doubted that much would come of the current situation. The Metal Lords did not have much worth selling, at least nothing that people who came here would be looking for. Or so Ultimatum believed. Ancient weapons, mystical artifacts, or technological marvels, those were the things that organics wanted. While the Metal Lords had plenty of the last, from Ultimatum's understanding that was a more closely guarded category. Because of this, Ultimatum was uncertain if many would come or purchase anything from the Metal Lords.

[member="AD-8"] [member="Lord Mettallum"] [member="Incursion"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

With her assistant away, she now had time to browse the categories at leisure. The exact names of what was being auctioned would not be revealed until the start, though the listed categories would yield enough information if one knew what to look for. She did. Sitting at one of the terminals, she activated the computer typing keep words into the search engine, setting the parameters to filter out the unneeded.​

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Tapping a finger against her lower lip, she read the first category that popped up after the engine concluded it's work.​

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"Rather interesting."​

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She made a mental note to reopen this category when the bidding began. If what she suspected would fall under that list, this could aid the Sith Empire with numerous possibilities and potential advantages. However, she wasn't just here to represent their interests but hers too. She was an old school Sith, where sharing power and philosophy with others of her Order creating a theme she despised. Equality. She was of the belief that equality among the Sith should only not exist, it should never been a bred thought.​

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Once again, she typed in several key words finding categories more suited to her interests. Like before, she mental noted them. Her credits where not infinite, still she possessed enough to obtain what her black heart desired. If in the off chance some fool managed to claim what she wanted, there were ways to claim what was hers by right.​

 

[Tyber_Zann]

He arrives in his ship, The Eclipse and begins searching for the easiest politicians to bribe or threaten.
Concealing his blaster, he moves toward the booths, searching for the politicians with both the deepest pockets, and the shallowest.

 

[Darth Banshee]

@Lark [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Darth Abyss"]

She had come for the auction, she was knew the place had many people coming so she was ready. So her saberstaff was on her belt, and she wore her her healing amulet and her light phrik weave. She had came to station on her new fury, it was not the cloaking technology, as she did not see the point. She noticed a few members of Sith Empire as walked around the station, she gave them a nod as sign of respect as she looked around, she was getting her bearings incase of anything later, as she had seen Jedi here as well.

After looking around the station, she looked out the window to broken planet, it was quite beautiful. The planet looked like been hollowed out, and she could only see the crust of a planet. She then decide she would go to bar, and get glass of water and await to see how events unfolded. Also to see what the auction would be selling, as something this far away from known galactic governments, tends to be something juicy.

 

[Tegaea Alcori]

[member="Nima Tann"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"]

As the ship came in to dock with Outsider station, Tegaea felt uneasy. For a start, there were a lot more ships here than she expected. The invitation had said this would be a near private event, and on this remote world that sounded safe enough. The stipulation that there could be no holo conferences was unusual, but not impossible to understand.

However, because Tegaea was not naïve she had invited along a pair of very strong Force users; Jedi Master Nima Tann and her pyromancer niece (sort of) Elpsis Elaris. She was also wearing a coat originally purchased by Siobhan years before, but which was both comfortable and practical.

As they came aboard a woman was waiting for them. “Welcome, Ms Alcori, the auction is about to begin.”
“I was told that this would be a private auction.”
“The administrator sends his apologies, but interest was so great we had to expand the auction.”
Tegaea wanted to press further, but knew it was futile. This woman was just an usher.

And so, they were led to a private booth where they could view each of the items on display without interacting with the other guests. This was probably for the best since Tegaea saw a collection of Sith, Jedi and mercenary ships present.

She looked to Elpsis and Nima. “Stay sharp. If this is a trap we might have to get out of here pretty quick.”
She checked the bolt pistol by her side was ready.